Your sister better not convince the crowd it's loose lips sinking ships tonight it's loose lips sinking ships tonight Going down, going down, oh
The scene's so slippery those suckers cut my ripcord as I quit the shoot slippin through my grip I hit the ground Make it sound like the rain like the rain
All the way to the fall You can think twice or not at all...
This girl's a cluster of light Drips I think of lipstick burnt round fingertips Sometimes guitars make her sick Going down, going down, oh
